Random Acts of Poetry

Random Acts of Poetry

Dirt Road (Dream 49)

Walking through the noon heat,
trying to hush up the dead,

I saw a lonely soul trudging
up a hill of dry grass.

I said, "Hey, mister, human,
can you tell me the way

to the clear, rushing water,
that busy river to the sea?

I'm all turned around,
trying to catch a cloud

with a butterfly net in the breeze."
He drew a circle in the air,

said, "It runs everywhere,"
and disappeared over the hill.